Books, Writing

Wings is Here!

Garavel’s here! I have been on pins and needles wanting to introduce you all to the kitten-caring, himbo angel since last year. He’s big, he’s cuddly, he wields a huge sword and loves witches.

He’s Layla cat-nip. While Ink is obsessed with debauching the angel, not all is roses and bed-breaking in the coven. Wouldn’t you know it, while the coven is struggling to come together, Mr. White plays his hand at an all-monster masquerade ball.

If you haven’t Pre-Ordered Wings yet, you can get it all across the web and meet Garavel:

Layla and the guys are back and fighting to save the world again. The heat between them is off the charts and there is never a chance for a dull moment. A demi- angel shows up to help them save the world and the action is nonstop. Such a great read! I can’t wait till the next book comes out.”

—Diana G

“Wow! I loved reading this book! I stayed up way too late for successive nights in a row, just because I couldn’t stop reading! (Darn day job!) Ms. Mint had me captured with the first book in this series, but they just keep getting better! If you like paranormal romance–if you enjoy reverse harems–if you love steamy scenes that melt your e-reader–you need to read this book! And then the rest of the series also!”

—Fiona (Romance Junkies)

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To celebrate the release of Wings, I’ve made a Coven of Desire crossword only dedicated fans can solve.

The first person to take a picture of a complete puzzle and email it to me will win a mega SWAG pack full of Coven of Desire goodies and a $5 Amazon Gift Card.

The next nine people will win smaller swag packs including never before seen stickers.

First, fill out the crossword puzzle in a new tab.

Next, take a screenshot of your right answers.

Finally, email me your screenshot and I’ll be in contact to tell you if you’ve won or not.

If you haven’t snagged your copy of Wings yet, don’t miss out. The next book, Scales, is coming March 2023!

Ink closed his eyes and dipped his head down, but he didn’t relax his grip. My body tightened, every muscle a wound band as I wanted to spring away and run. Slowly, the Mediterranean tan faded from Ink’s face and down his body. The flesh became black as midnight with veins of red lava prodding from below. Horns rose from his forehead and curled back like a ram’s into a sharp point with tips of gold. As the illusion trailed down his body, Ink whipped a tail with a spade-like end. It reached his feet which clipped into the familiar hooves of the satyr or classic devil.

His delicious and deadly voice plummeted to a thigh-quaking rumble. “Well…?” Ink opened his eyes. The sclera were completely black while his irises burned with fire. They were mesmerizing. “Do you still wish to fuck this?”

He released his hold on my wrists and took one of my hands. With almost skittish care, he guided my palm to his chest. Where there’d usually be smooth skin and a hint of ribs were crags. It felt like touching a mountain with the hand of god, tracing these century worn peaks and valleys that dipped into a hot vein of red. I slipped out of his hand and Ink let me go. Instead of pulling away, I continued lower. My pinkie dipped into one of the deepest veins, the heat nearly scaring me off, but I kept traveling. 

Ink breathed deep, raising the hills where there’d once been pecs. I passed his stomach, the rocky terrain burning hotter the lower I went. As I stared at his demonic flesh, wondering what it’d feel like to rub across my body, to run over with my tongue, my hand drifted until I glanced against his cock. Dark shadows erupted from Ink. On instinct I clutched to the first thing I had, which was his not-as-rocky, but not-as-smooth cock. 

He groaned and spread his demonic wings out. The feathers strained to the sky, black shadows dripping from each tip. Smothered in midnight, I grew bold. His cock was wily, bending and reacting to my touch in a way no human’s could. Large ridges circled from the base all the way to the tip. It didn’t have the same mushroom-like crown, but came to a more tapered end with small nodes circling just below the tip. 

As I swept my palm up to the top, his cock didn’t just twitch, it reached for me. Somehow, the end pierced in between my fingers and curled up to my knuckle.
“How…?” I gasped.

“How can an incubus direct himself to every pleasure center inside the body?” Ink almost laughed not in derision but glee, like he was ecstatic to show off this party trick. He closed his eyes and his cock curled around my finger, then pressed the widening tip to my palm. “That is how.”

Ink pulled his hips back, retracting his magical cock. “Layla, I can return the illusion if you’d—”

“No!” I shouted, almost surprising Ink. He blinked, the fire in his eyes momentarily puffing up smoke. I stared anew at his face. If I didn’t know it was him, I couldn’t have guessed. But the cheekbones were similar, the same swoop to the jawline I’d nibbled so many times. His lips were the only smooth part of his visage. Unlike the rest, they were black with a sprinkling of red, like onyx. Only the hair hadn’t changed at all. The medium length ebony locks curled at nearly touching his shoulders. 

It was Ink, my Ink. And I wanted to fuck him.

I clung to his jawline and pulled him to me. Ink’s eyes flared in surprise, the flames rising, when I kissed him. The heat flushed my face and the scent of brimstone sent me reeling. But as I touched his lips, the hot stone pressed back, and my body melted. I ran my fingers through his hair and felt the dark shadows of his wings on the back of my hand. 

Slowly, I began to fall back to the towel. Ink came with. I couldn’t stop running my palms over his forehead, his cheeks, needing to recognize him and know him. “I want this. You know I want this.”

“And yet it is still difficult to believe.”

Wrapping my arms around the nape of his neck, I raised myself off the ground. The heat of his body rumbled down my naked breasts. God, to feel that inside of me… I drew my tongue around his ear. With every last ounce of strength in my body, I commanded, “I want you.”

All I saw were Ink’s flaming eyes homing in on me. They burned from red to white. He reached back and clenched to my wrists. 

Was that the wrong thing? Did I screw up?

Ink plunged to the ground, pressing my hands into the sand above my head. He deliberately drew his gaze down my body, smoke rising from his lava veins the longer he stared. Something brushed against my leg. It drew higher, toying with my inner thigh like a flat leather flogger. I looked to his cock to find it rigid and ready for duty.

What is…?

“Oh…fuck!” It plunged into me, the small tip flattening fast to a wide spade. His tail—he was fucking me with his tail.

Ink bent over me, his knees pinned astride my waist while he swirled the tip of his tail against my clit. The pin-point vibrating pressure was ramping through my body. I flexed my hands, trying to keep from coming in ten seconds, and arched my back. Ink kissed my lips and pulled his tail from my clit.

I sighed at the release and began to kiss him back.

He nudged my head to the side with his horn and bit my neck. Before I could even gasp in pleasure-pain, he slapped the flat end of his tail against my whole vagina. The wet sound made me jump far more than the sensation.

Ink twisted his tail, rolling the flat edge up from the top of my taint to my clit. I tried to grind back, whimpering for more. When I caught the tip of his tail on my clit, the pleasure zapped through me. The vise on my wrists tightened, pinning me deeper into the towel. 

“Ink.” I fought to keep from going mad. My body from the waist down was burning, pleading for his touch to quench it. “Please.”

He smiled and bent closer, tracing one of his horns over my cheek. “Please bring you to the heights of pleasure with only my tail?”

I wanted to answer, to scream yes, but I couldn’t stop panting, my head buzzing from too much oxygen. “My bond, my pleasure is your…” He swept the edge of his tail against my vulva and, with the tip, vibrated my clit beyond reason. 

“Desire,” Ink whispered.